Super Detective in the Fictional World

With a scream, the little boy had been electrically charged.

There's nothing Luke can do.

These mercenaries are neither Kincaid nor Russell, and the ghosts will put up with Michael's stinking mouth.

“Now, tell me, where's Kincaid? I'll count to three...”

Michael's mouth moves fast: “Wait, wait, wait. You're not a vampire, are you? Look at your pale face, your lips are red...”

The executioner who was reading "one” suddenly paused and shouted “two” in his mouth.

Michael hastened to speed up: “I said, I said. He's right behind you, I swear! See, I sent it in the name of the Boy Scouts... ah ~"

Once again, the executioner impatiently put the defibrillator on him: "You're lying! Thought I'd believe... Uh-uh ~”

A rope loop slipped quietly from the top, tied him up, and the rope quickly circled around him for several laps.

The two big hands reached out from behind the executioner, pinched his hand, removed the defibrillator from Michael, and pressed their backhand against the executioner's chest full of weird tattoos. Then, one hand pressed the defibrillator, one hand reached over the adjustment button, turned the power on to the maximum, and pressed harder on the executioner's chest: “He's not lying to you, I'm right behind you! ”

Where can the executioner answer, a burst of green smoke started to smell like barbecue.

But even so, the guy was sober, just screaming in pain, and two sharp teeth appeared in his lips.

“Tell me, where are all your people?” Luke paused the electric shock for a moment and asked.

“You wait to die! They will come to you...” The executioner made a threat.

Luke was in no mood to talk to him, and several times he took Michael off tied to the bench, threw him on the mattress beside him, and tied the executioner to it.

Push your hands hard and plug the tip of the defibrillator into the torturer's chest. Turn on the current and leave it alone.

Walking up to the side, he looked at the situation at Lower Michael.

As a result, the guy should have had a lot of insomnia lately, and the electric shock succeeded in getting him into a semi-sleep state and Luke was too lazy to wake him up.

Luke suddenly turned his head and said, "Kincaid, put that cutter down. Are you trying to fucking kill somebody? If you're strong, get Michael out of here first. ”

Just touched the door, copied up a cutter, ready to smash a man's black head, stunned: “Cool bird? ”

Luke said, "Are you still testifying in The Hague? If you don't want to go, put Michael in the car outside and do as you please. ”

Kincaid: "You let me go? ”

He had several opportunities to slip away before, but Luke was watching him, and he had to do it.

Now that I hear that, he doesn't believe me.

Luke: “I got a chance to jump right at Duhovich, and you were all the same without me. ”

Kincaid sighed helplessly: "Never mind, I owe Michael that. ”

Luke had no voice in his heart.

The black-headed wife is still in the hands of Interpol, so he can run away.

His agreement with Interpol was that when he appeared in court, Interpol would release his wife.

Unlike the naive Interpol, Luke knew that the only way to keep Kincaid from escaping was through his wife.

When Sonia gets out of the cage, this old guy Kincaid will still be in jail?

Unless the old man is in a special prison of that kind, Interpol should not have a prison for special persons.

INTERPOL listens tall, in fact, peeling at countries every day, and few countries like them, let alone providing territory for them to build special prisons.

Walking back to the bench, he interrupted the power supply: "Now, do you remember where your people are? ”

Executioner: "I, I really don't know, I'm just a temporary guard here. ”

“So you're useless?” Luke laughed coldly.

When he heard this, the executioner suddenly came back to God and said, "No... uh-uh."

Too late.

Luke was also tired of sticking the defibrillator in his hand straight into the executioner's heart: “Then you can die. ”

The executioner started smoking all over his heart, but he yelled in despair: I meant -- no more electricity, I said everything!

Kincaid outside shouted, "Ready? We're leaving. ”

Luke looked at the executioner who smelled like barbecue and left his mouth open: "Is this not going to kill you? Vampires are truly famous. ”

The baton in his hand swung violently and the silver-plated tip penetrated the executioner's head.

The vampire screamed and a spark broke out of his eye socket, completely extinguishing the smoke.

SYSTEM: Kill the vampire servants and destroy the secret lair.

Total mission experience 1000, points 1000.

100% Mission Contribution, 1000 Experience, 1000 Points.

Host experience: 4075090000

Points: 29450.

The harvest was OK, and although the mercenaries were not killed earlier, they also earned nearly 1,000 experience points.

As for the ability of vampires and their servants, which is basically the same, it can only be weird as pure experience.

Luke stepped out of the small building and crossed his own Harley-Fatty. "You go straight to The Hague, I'll follow you. If there are mercenaries, I'll take care of them. ”

Kincaid nodded and drove off.

It is now after 3 p.m. and the International Criminal Tribunal in The Hague is due to close at 5 p.m.

In order to catch up with today's trial, Kincaid cannot delay any longer.

Soon after, Kincaid switched cars and took Michael, who had just woken up, to The Hague.

Just because this guy's mouth is so cheap, Luke went in a little late, he got electrocuted twice, I can't blame anyone else.

The two Kincaid Ford cars were in front of them, and Luke's Harley Fatty followed them all the way west.

The Hague is only 60 km from Amsterdam and is 40 minutes away by car.

Mercenaries emerged again at the highway exit before entering The Hague.

It is not surprising that Luke has long seen mercenaries scouting over viaducts with telescopes.

He just gave Kincaid a message to reassure them to go to court.

Kincaid looked in the mirror and saw that two SUVs had just drilled out of the back one street, and the thick windows broke and fell into the street.

Luke chose the most accustomed way this time.

The mercenaries' SUV came forward, and he hurried up and swept inside with the UMP he had found in the mercenary's nest.

Michael, who was awake, was also paying attention to the situation behind the car and saw someone so simple and rude, he was happy to exhale: "Fortunately, when we got into Amsterdam, we weren't with the Cool Birds, or I would definitely go to jail this time. ”

Although Luke hasn't shown his face since he got on Harley Fatty, Michael isn't stupid.

Those who exaggerate and help them at this time are the only cool birds that disappear.

Kincaid: "... is it really good to say this cold language to an old man who's going to jail at the end of his trial? ”